"A penny?"
"Three pennies," Radek corrected. "They are for good luck, no?" He twisted his hands nervously. "And three is thrice as lucky!"
Rodney nodded slowly. "Uh, yeah, but only if they're face up."
"Face up?" Radek's voice squeaked.
"Yeah, you know . . . when you find them on the ground."
Radek nodded.
After a moment of awkward silence, Rodney coughed, "So, uh, you finish fixing that plant ray thing for Parrish?"
"Yes! Yes," he coughed, gaining his composure, "yes I did. And Major Lorne seemed quite happy to see me go . . ."
They stared at each other, not talking about how empty the growing rooms generally are, or how sound proof the thick walls may or may not be.
"I'm sorry I spilt coffee on you!" Radek blurted.
"I'm sorry I yelled at you!" The words spilled out of Rodney's mouth, but Radek interrupted what would surely have been an extraordinarily long and awkward speech from Rodney by roughly grabbing the back of his head and fumbling a kiss to his lips. Rodney sputtered, groaned, and permitted his hands to wonder up to the small of his lover's back. "Ohh . . ."
"We're . . . never fighting . . . again . . . !" Radek pressed between kisses.
Rodney pushed him up against a console in their thankfully deserted lab. "Never again," he promised for the fourth time that week.